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@scapxgoat drew some sweater nerds so i decided to add mags to the mix c;

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=owo= azazel and maggy~

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wiggles eyebrows

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Leave  =owo= if you want to ship our muses.

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[ random announcement :: this is the main blog for @nuclearthronechicken so if i follow you and you’re a nuclear throne blog , that’s me c; ]

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*Minus one red heart!*

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//whispers my ask box is empty so if someone could send some stuff i would love u forever

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The comforting touch her friend had given her helped Maggy reclaim herself -- she had always been quite a crybaby, but she didn’t expect to start bawling her eyes out just at the sight of someone she trusted! He was right, though, this wasn’t the first time everything changed on them. Who knows -- maybe there would be another companion for them to meet like with the last time. Still, it didn’t change the fact there was now even more things trying to kill them.

Giving a nod, Magdalene wiped the remaining tears from her eyes; there was no sense in stalling their conversation further with some waterworks -- she’d need to save those for when enemies do arrive.

“How long have you been down here so far? You’re not hurt or anything, right?” she asked, noticing Cain didn’t look any different from the last she saw him-- perhaps he found an item which didn’t horribly disfigure him? “I’ve only been here for a bit this time around and I found these jammies, but I really haven’t done much else. ;v;”

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Walking room to room, Magdalene felt as though she would never find someone until–

“Hey.”

The voice was familiar and as per usual when starting a new “run” as they had begun to call them, all of the past memories were still quite foggy for the blonde but she knew this voice belonged to a friend – something she couldn’t be happier to come across. Stopping in her tracks and turning 90 degrees, Maggy picked up the pace as she walked towards the voice which she soon noticed belonged to a one eyed-boy. Taking a small gasp, she could feel herself begin to cry, picking up the pace to the point of almost running, Magdalene slowed herself before she reached the other and reached out an arm, touching his face with her hand as though not believing the credibility of his existence.

“Caaaaain!” she cried out upon being confirmed he was, in fact, a physical and tangible being. “What even happened?? One moment things were ““normal”“ and then suddenly – BAM! A bunch of new stuff came out of no where and I’m just not happy with it at all. Like the things we dealt with before were enough and now there’s this?? Q-Q”

Upon noticing she was starting to tear up, Maggy pulled her arm back and wiped her eyes, grabbing the Yum Heart which she had dropped at her side in excitement and holding it close. “I’m just so glad I’m not alone in this anymore, you know? ;;v;;”

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3D and 2C from the emotion chart -- these are a lot of fun so send some more if you’d like ! ;w;/

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i know when that hotline bling

that can only mean one thing

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I saw a few of these emoji art challenge charts floating around so i decided to make my own as well! Feel free to reblog or use!

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[ i’ve seen a few people draw their muses if they weren’t stuck in hell , so here’s maggy ! ovo/ ]

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G-GROSS

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[ does anyone know if it’s alright to sell prings of TBoI fanart we make -- i’m working at a con next year and i wanna make sure it’s alright before i do anything ;w; ]

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Walking room to room, Magdalene felt as though she would never find someone until--

“Hey.”

The voice was familiar and as per usual when starting a new “run” as they had begun to call them, all of the past memories were still quite foggy for the blonde but she knew this voice belonged to a friend -- something she couldn’t be happier to come across. Stopping in her tracks and turning 90 degrees, Maggy picked up the pace as she walked towards the voice which she soon noticed belonged to a one eyed-boy. Taking a small gasp, she could feel herself begin to cry, picking up the pace to the point of almost running, Magdalene slowed herself before she reached the other and reached out an arm, touching his face with her hand as though not believing the credibility of his existence.

“Caaaaain!” she cried out upon being confirmed he was, in fact, a physical and tangible being. “What even happened?? One moment things were ““normal”“ and then suddenly -- BAM! A bunch of new stuff came out of no where and I’m just not happy with it at all. Like the things we dealt with before were enough and now there’s this?? Q-Q”

Upon noticing she was starting to tear up, Maggy pulled her arm back and wiped her eyes, grabbing the Yum Heart which she had dropped at her side in excitement and holding it close. “I’m just so glad I’m not alone in this anymore, you know? ;;v;;”

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The Cellar. She’s been here before and she knows she’ll be here time and time again. It’s been an endless cycle the moment Maggy tried to escape her mothers wrath and descended into the underground. The basement was alright enough – sometimes there was poop laying around of unknown origins – well, perhaps the origins weren’t that unknown, but I digress – but it surly was better than the spider-infested Cellar.

She hated spiders.

She has since she was just a little girl. Littler than she was now, I mean. She wasn’t sure what it was about them which made her uncomfortable, but now that there were spiders the size of her head or larger just crawling – or hopping – around, Magdalene knew for sure she hated them so it was just her luck to be placed into the floor filled with the scuttling creatures. At least she wasn’t naked anymore – the PJ’s she found made sure of that so things weren’t entirely bad. In fact, if she had someone to talk to, she may even find things alright.

Walking down the rooms where monsters once roamed, the young blonde searched around for someone to talk to. With how many of them somehow found their ways down here, she was sure to find someone.

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"Maaaaags. How've ya been holding up with all this chaos goin' down? I mean, new headmates, new hellish places for us to go... Not a fun time mentally, eh?"

“I’m not gonna lie to you , these new creatures and items are gonna take some time getting used to ! nvn;;”

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@ask-magdalene is back in business !!

i’m open to any and all asks + roleplays and i have at least four years of RP experience under my belt for those who’re curious ! sometimes i do magic!anon , sometimes i don’t , so please don’t be offended if i ignore yours !!

check my headcanon + relationships pages to know more about my muse and my blog if you want to know more about me ! nvn/

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The Cellar. She’s been here before and she knows she’ll be here time and time again. It’s been an endless cycle the moment Maggy tried to escape her mothers wrath and descended into the underground. The basement was alright enough -- sometimes there was poop laying around of unknown origins -- well, perhaps the origins weren’t that unknown, but I digress -- but it surly was better than the spider-infested Cellar.

She hated spiders.

She has since she was just a little girl. Littler than she was now, I mean. She wasn’t sure what it was about them which made her uncomfortable, but now that there were spiders the size of her head or larger just crawling -- or hopping -- around, Magdalene knew for sure she hated them so it was just her luck to be placed into the floor filled with the scuttling creatures. At least she wasn’t naked anymore -- the PJ’s she found made sure of that so things weren’t entirely bad. In fact, if she had someone to talk to, she may even find things alright.

Walking down the rooms where monsters once roamed, the young blonde searched around for someone to talk to. With how many of them somehow found their ways down here, she was sure to find someone.